So these things are a part of my life and well do I enjoy them? Not everyday....like my body doesn't enjoy the hours of every night awake and standing up for days, the bullshit scenarios that are created by fake friends and the chances of getting cut is highly provoked in moments of shit cunts being out and about and not being able to provide for their own addiction. Id like to class myself as a BINGER. NOT everyday I wake up going fuck is like a shit or need a shot or a pipe whatever floats Ur vocab but for me my drug addiction creeps in when like family feud screams XXX Ur wrong, people I love and trust seem to shit on me to benefit for themselves which drives a dagger straight thru me leading me to believe the same old saga of self hatred and self sabotage, then the age old desire for teaching them a lesson begins to plot its seed pods in action......to be continued. First blog of my life. Hold on as it gets really big highs and really big lows. At the moment I'm on a really big low as I was convinced by family to loan money just before my daughter's 18th bday and now I'm left to feel shit and the same as always because as usual it has fallen. Thru and once again my kids miss out leading me to feel like a failure. Hence the binge.

Jason Strickland 11:11am Life on the Addiction Side Life on the addiction side Is a war you fight where you’re forced to hide, From mirrors, names, and yesterday, From the person you were before the decay. It starts real quiet, a harmless taste, A promise whispered, “Just this once no waste.” But once becomes a nightly friend, And lines get crossed you swore you’d never bend. Life on the addiction side Teaches survival, not how to thrive. You learn to lie with a straight-faced smile, Call rock bottom “just a rough mile.” Time bends weird, the days collapse, Hope slips through invisible cracks. You swear you’re fine, you’ve got control, While something else is steering your soul. But here’s the truth they don’t all say Not everyone on this side stays. Some wake up tired of the fight, And choose the long road back to light. Life on the addiction side Isn’t weakness, shame, or lack of pride. It’s pain untreated, stories untold, A heart freezing while acting bold. And freedom doesn’t come with grace, It comes with tears you finally face. With shaking hands and brutal truth, With choosing life again, in proof. So if you’re here, still breathing good. You’re stronger now than you understood. Because crossing back takes guts and grit, And every day clean you earn it. Life on the addiction side May scar your past, but it doesn’t decide Who you are or who you’ll be That part, my friend, is st ill you choosing free. By Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community"

Life on the addiction side Is a war you fight where you’re forced to hide, From mirrors, names, and yesterday, From the person you were before the decay. It starts real quiet, a harmless taste, A promise whispered, “Just this once no waste.” But once becomes a nightly friend, And lines get crossed you swore you’d never bend. Life on the addiction side Teaches survival, not how to thrive. You learn to lie with a straight-faced smile, Call rock bottom “just a rough mile.” Time bends weird, the days collapse, Hope slips through invisible cracks. You swear you’re fine, you’ve got control, While something else is steering your soul. But here’s the truth they don’t all say Not everyone on this side stays. Some wake up tired of the fight, And choose the long road back to light. Life on the addiction side Isn’t weakness, shame, or lack of pride. It’s pain untreated, stories untold, A heart freezing while acting bold. And freedom doesn’t come with grace, It comes with tears you finally face. With shaking hands and brutal truth, With choosing life again, in proof. So if you’re here, still breathing good. You’re stronger now than you understood. Because crossing back takes guts and grit, And every day clean you earn it. Life on the addiction side May scar your past, but it doesn’t decide Who you are or who you’ll be That part, my friend, is still you choosing free. By Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community

Hi, @Shara Hubbard , Nice to meet you, I have an account on skooler so this is my backup account using it to support new skooler, if you don't mind giving a follow back and a DM message